Thread by @TheBloggess

Do you want to hear a ghost story?

So. I’ve been all over the world looking for ghosts. I stay at haunted hotels and do ghost hunts and lurk thru cemeteries at night. In all that time I’ve only seen one real ghost. This is that story.

Twenty years ago I went to the attic of an antique store in San Angelo (Texas) where I lived. In the attic was a horse drawn wooden hearse carriage. The whole attic felt oppressive. There was something there.

Victor was like, “I don’t want to be up here” and tried to make me leave but I run at any ghost encounters so instead he stood at the stairwell and glared at me as I went to the hearse in the corner.

But it wasn’t the hearse. The hearse felt normal. I walked around to the other side and saw a small wooden chair in a corner. The corner was unnaturally dark, as if a curtain was drawn over it. Sitting in the chair, for just a second, I saw an old woman.

And as quickly as I saw her she was gone. I made a tiny scream. Victor made me leave. I thought that was the end of my first actual ghost sighting. Until...

Two years later I live in Houston along with my sister. She’s showing me these antique cabinet cards she’d bought in San Angelo and I realize she bought them from the same store. I tell her I saw my first ever ghost there and she goes white.

She says, “WAS IT IN THE ATTIC BEHIND THE HEARSE?”

SHE’D SEEN THE SAME LADY YEARS EARLIER.

Wtf.

Keep reading...

This weekend we were in San Angelo visiting family. Hailey, Victor, me and parents were checking out antique stores and I pointed out to Hailey the store where I’d seen the ghost. We decided to go inside. It’s now called “If Walls Could Talk”.

The attic is closed off but I found a cool antique shawl. I asked if I should get it and a voice came from the ceiling.

Victor looked freaked out an my mom was like, “WHAT WAS THAT?” Hailey heard it too. None of us could tell what it said. Just a voice from above.

My dad had left to go to a saloon next door but the rest of us heard it. I took the scarf up to the front to pay for it bc I’m pretty sure the ghost said I looked like Stevie Nicks in it...

At the desk was the owner and a lady Victor told them I saw a ghost in the attic 20 years ago and the guy was like, “Doesn’t surprise me”. The lady was like, “That’s why I don’t go up there. At least one person died up there”...

I tell them the story and the owner is like, “There’s no hearse but there’s an old chair in the corner that’s been there since we moved in.”

Me: “Um...can I go see it?”

The owner (this is him) is like, “Come on, ya big freaks. Let’s look for ghosts.”

The attic is just as dark and oppressive as before but now it’s mainly filled with old stock. Until we get to the corner where the hearse was.

And there it is. The chair.

I’m freaking out a little bit at this point. I look at the owner and say, “CAN I PLEASE BUY THIS POSSIBLY HAUNTED CHAIR?”

Victor puts his head in his hands.

The owner says, “Oh girl, it’s yours. Just take it.”

So that’s how I ended up driving back home with a broken chair that might contain the soul of a little old lady who is now part of our family.

But that’s not the end...

Because my dad comes in as I’m thanking the owner and I tell him the story and turns out that the hearse that was in the attic 20 years ago? MY DAD BOUGHT IT. Not creepy, but just fucking weird.

I called my sister and told her I bought the chair and she was like, “Oh you’re gonna die for sure” and I mean...probably.

But. Worth it.

I told the owner that if he suddenly gets poltergeists I’ll bring the chair back but he seemed nonplussed.

Still, that’s the sort of responsibility that comes with a haunted chair.

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE.

In the attic the owner whispers, “Wanna see something really weird?”

Me:

There’s a door in the attic that leads into a small room made of cinderblocks. The door is old and there’s a frosted glass pane you can’t see through.

Owner: This door is locked and we’ve never been able to open it.

Victor says he can pick the lock (misspent youth). The owner says, “No, you don’t understand. It’s padlocked.”

“From the inside.”

There’s a 3 inch gap under the door that they’d used to put a mirror under. The room has a window but it’s barred and only opens a few inches. The roof of the room is cinderblocked. There is no way it could be padlocked from inside. It’s empty except for wires.

So that’s weird but not necessarily paranormal.

But...I’m not done yet.

We walk down to the next antique shop on the same block. These buildings are all joined together and were built over 100 yers ago. We go into Mar-Tiques and my dad knows the owner. (He knows everyone. If you live in West Texas you probably know him.)

He tells her about my ghost chair and she’s like, “Oh, this whole area is haunted. The ghosts in this attic rearrange the furniture all the time. It’s pretty normal.”

I don’t know that “normal” is the right word but she shrugs. “It was in the paper years ago.”

I looked it up. It totally was. google.com/amp/s/amp.gosa…

From that article:

Long story short...how do I buy holy water?

FYI...I texted my dad to ask what happened to the hearse...

Survived the night. No ghostly encounters. Also, Victor was actually paying attention to my father rather than looking for chair ghosts so he has the real story about how the hearse got in and out.

Haunted chair update: